“In my opinion, the wisest thing a prudent doctor can do, when he does not know what he is talking about, is to be silent.  For the rest, that puppet there has a face that is not new to me.  I have known him for some time!”

Pinocchio, who up to that moment had lain immovable, like a real piece of wood, was seized with a fit of convulsive trembling that shook the whole bed.

“That puppet there,” continued the Talking-Cricket, “is a confirmed rogue.”

Pinocchio opened his eyes, but shut them again immediately.

“He is a ragamuffin, a do-nothing, a vagabond.”

Pinocchio hid his face beneath the clothes.

“That puppet there is a disobedient son who will make his poor father die of a broken heart!”

At that instant a suffocated sound of sobs and crying was heard in the room.  Imagine everybody’s astonishment when, having raised the sheets a little, it was discovered that the sounds came from Pinocchio.

“When a dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the road to get well,” said the Crow solemnly.

“I grieve to contradict my illustrious friend and colleague,” added the Owl; “but for me, when the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is sorry to die.”

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CHAPTER XVII

PINOCCHIO WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDICINE

As soon as the three doctors had left the room the Fairy approached Pinocchio and, having touched his forehead, she perceived that he was in a high fever.

She therefore dissolved a certain white powder in half a tumbler of water and, offering it to the puppet, she said to him lovingly: 

“Drink it and in a few days you will be cured.”

Pinocchio looked at the tumbler, made a wry face, and then asked in a plaintive voice: 

“Is it sweet or bitter?”

“It is bitter, but it will do you good.”

“If it is bitter, I will not take it.”

“Listen to me:  drink it.”

“I don’t like anything bitter.”

“Drink it, and when you have drunk it I will give you a lump of sugar to take away the taste.”

“Where is the lump of sugar?”

“Here it is,” said the Fairy, taking a piece from a gold sugar-basin.

“Give me first the lump of sugar and then I will drink that bad bitter water.”

“Do you promise me?”

“Yes.”

The Fairy gave him the sugar and Pinocchio, having crunched it up and swallowed it in a second, said, licking his lips: 

“It would be a fine thing if sugar were medicine!  I would take it every day.”

“Now keep your promise and drink these few drops of water, which will restore you to health.”

Pinocchio took the tumbler unwillingly in his hand and put the point of his nose to it:  he then approached it to his lips:  he then again put his nose to it, and at last said: